James Wilson Poetry

God lives in Athens and walks with the people A life lived so simple  Adapted to be captured through the focus of a thimble  The brokenhearted spiritually imparted stitched together with The Lord's needle Light that shines through the cracks of the concrete You can feel the cultural pride seep…

From atop my roof I have a birds eye view Of crowded streets and a city that doesn't sleep It's hard to rest when you've been on the run for weeks It's hard to be content when hunger has your knees bent Having to choose between shelter from the weather…